I hear, and listen well

Along the way

 our dreams appear.

Along the way

 love comes near.

Each is lost

 but will not part.

This our myst’ry

 and this our heart

I walk here

 unfinished roads.

Just the strength

 to carry loads.

And they make war

 go round and round.

Finished when

 they count the ground.

Each day appear

 and then

We walk

 these tears again.